Chapter 765: Chapter 439: Just Stand There_2
“Tuition? Take, take, take, Master, are you willing to take me as your student? I am willing to give you all my property.” Lidaluo eagerly asked.
“How much is all of your property?” Durken had a bad foreboding and subconsciously wanted to look at Roxy, but found that Roxy hadn’t caught up yet.
“I have three hundred Soul Crystals, that’s all I have, is it enough, sir?” Lidaluo inquired cautiously.
As expected, he is even poorer than Roxy.
Durken said: “You better keep your money. Tell me, how do you project onto this rat without making it burst? Did you raise it specifically for that? What did you feed it?”
“The God Potion, I fed it the God Potion, we raised it since it was a little one.” Lidaluo answered.
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“Projection…Your technique can’t be considered projection, it’s more like Consciousness transfer. How far is the transfer distance?” Durken asked.
“Fi…fifty meters, oh, sir, is the projection you’re talking about, that kind of planar projection?” Lidaluo cautiously asked, that tone was like hearing the name of a Forbidden Spell in the Elementary Magic Academy.
“Fifty meters? That close?” Durken laughed and said: “Kid, let me show you a magic trick.”
Before Lidaluo could react, Durken rolled his cloak. A puff of smoke arose from the spot, and he disappeared.
Not long after, a puff of smoke arose once again from the original spot, and Durken appeared again, but this time he was dragging an unconscious human.
The rat in his other hand looked astonished at the human, then at Durken. After a while, it realized what had happened – it had been caught.
This person Durken brought back was Lidaluo’s body. He lost consciousness because he had projected it into the rat. However, the projection distance was too close. He was hiding fifty meters outside the courtyard, and Durken pulled him out in an instant.
Originally thinking he was safe due to the projection, even if the rat got squished to death, his consciousness could still retreat back to his body. Well, now his body was in Durken’s hands as well.
Lidaluo obediently presented a bottle of potion: “This is the God Potion. It can enhance a creature’s spiritual power, allowing it to accommodate a more potent consciousness. One bottle of this is enough to raise dozens of rats and rabbits.”
Durken opened it and couldn’t help but laugh: “Isn’t this just Cemetery Grass? Infused, processoed, refined, diluted, then its effect strengthened with solidification magic and added with an essence to change its scent, it’s unrecognizable. And then you give it a scary name, God Potion? Haha.”
Negris came over to have a sniff, his eyes brightening: “Eh, it smells quite good.”
“Smells good? Then it’s yours.” Durken stuffed the entire bottle into Negris’s mouth.
“Ah, spit, spit, what are you doing! Are you trying to drug me to death!” Negris hurriedly spat out the bottle, but it was too late, most of the potion was already down his throat, and it melted as soon as it entered the mouth, so he couldn’t spit it out.
Durken laughed: “Have a drink, it’s good for you. Aren’t you complaining that you can’t fly? Enhance your body’s spiritual power, and it can accommodate more of your power. One bottle is not enough.”
As he spoke, Durken took out a large handful of Cemetery Grass and began to refine it on the spot. He touched it with the Gold-touch Stick, and the Cemetery Grass immediately turned into powder.
Although he could also perform the following steps, he still bashfully approached Ange and said: “Master, your infusion and purification techniques are better and can improve the efficacy.”
The attacking enemies had all been blasted out of the wall by him, so Ange, having nothing to do, casually started to refine it. Having infused so much Holy Essence Liquid before, Ange easily extracted the essence of the Cemetery Grass, and used the Spot Removal Spell for purification.
The high-purity Cemetery Grass liquid in the bottle was continuously churning as if something was brewing inside.
Durken rolled the Gold-touch Stick and struck an imprint after imprint into it. It took quite a while to complete this. He then handed the bottle to Negris and said: “Here’s another one. This time, just inhale it.”
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Negris hastily took it, joyfully brought it up to his nose, and started to breathe it in deeply.
While Durken was making the medicine, Negris had already experienced the benefits of the potion that was poured into his mouth earlier. How to describe it? It was like years of constipation suddenly relieved at once.
Its current projected body was alive. It had all of the negative reactions of a living being. It could get tired, thirsty, and hungry. Just flying Ange over exhausted it to the point of nearly vomiting.
But it was the God of Knowledge and possessed divine power. However, due to the limitations of the body, it couldn’t utilize this to its fullest. The most significant limitation turned out to be the spiritual power.
If the body’s spiritual power was strong enough, not only would its control be more flexible, but it would also be able to cast some magic. If the power were not sufficient, it could make up for it with magic power, using the Wind Element to make flying more comfortable, to avoid the hardship of carrying people …
Ah, spit, who’s going to carry them, let them fly by themselves, I’m not a creature for people to ride. Negris shook its head abruptly, shaking off the intention to carry someone.
Thinking while inhaling, Negris’s spirit continued to grow stronger.
Lidaluo on the side was dumbfounded. This ‘God Potion’ that he had purchased at a high price was actually refined from Cemetery Grass? Kvada, those deceitful businessmen clearly said it was a product by the undead pharmacist.
What shocked him even more was that Durken not only saw through its ingredients at a glance, his companion even casually refined a higher-grade potion on the spot. It was even inhaled instead of consumed as a liquid.
It was indisputable that inhaled potions were more advanced than those that were drunk. The purity level of inhaled potions had to be very high because the lungs’ self-cleaning function was weak; too many impurities would injure the lungs.
